Later today my mum will call me,
and remind me for the 43rd time how much
snow was on the ground that fateful day in the 60s.
Picture of Mrs. Rebuilder:
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Sitting on a mountain, underneath a cloudless sky ...
... Drinking from a fountain, that never shall run dry ...
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Y'know, for an old fart, there's remarkably little grey and wrinkles in that pic. Must be the consequence of living a Good Life.
Happy Birthday, sir!
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